I got out of the hospital today. It all started Saturday night. I had been sick all week but Saturday I thought I was free. We went to a car show and I looked at my precious Land Rover that I drooled over and was positive that all yuckiness was leaving my body for good! Oh I was SO wrong. Saturday night I started to feel nauseous. By Sunday morning I was puking my guts out. On the hour, every hour. By Sunday night I could barely stand. Off to the hospital we went. I was dehydrated, my blood pressure was low and my heart was going too fast. Oh crap. They pumped me with fluids, gave me some meds and sent me home today. My Mela is acting like I've been gone for weeks. She's attached to my hip and get her off if you can, I dare ya.